Archangels don't squeak, Raphael reminded himself. Especially at demons who had Sauntered Vaguely Downwards and had a thing for sunglasses and bookish angels.

He looked over at Aziraphale and winced. The others had suffered worse, but not by that much. But that was a subject for later, when he and Gabriel were alone.

"Let's take a look, shall we?" he said in his best bedside manner as he placed a hand on Aziraphale's forehead. "We'll get you feeling right as rain in hardly any time at all."